October 15, 2015 § Leave a comment
I’m glad to have this Sunday.
A quiet time, and my own time.
I woke up early, and had my tea.
The air was still cold and crisp, and it was nice
To take in the moment with hot sips.
Observing the sunny street
I stand in midst of the herbs’ mists,
And my clouded mind, settles.
By the way, did you see the quarrel in the sky?
In between the sharp sun and the
Raining clouds? No? Oh?
May be you didn’t notice because
It wasn’t a quarrel at all!
May be… it was just a simple truce
Between the two, the light and the shower,
To make my lazy Sunday, beautiful.
With long deep breaths, I took the day slow,
like the gradual change in the sky above.
For I know, the racing minds reach no where.
I have my destination, and I’ll enjoy the journey.
I’m in no hurry, just like this Sunday.
A quiet time and my own time.
October 7, 2015 § Leave a comment
When they said we only use 7% of our brains.
I wondered why and how come?
But I soon learned that they were wrong.
We do not control the brain, its actually the other way round.
But when you step back and look at how it works. It’s just amazing.
It’s the perfect predator and extremely cautious.
I learned that it can be controlled.
And most importantly I learned that we are only 7% ‘conscious’ of our minds.
Imagine, the answers of the universe
And beyond, hidden right inside us.
Isn’t that the working of a god.
That ultimate being. That endless creativity.
Where there is no death but only transcendence.
To understand that and realize, that god after all is within us.
Just imagine. We are only 7% realized to the Gods we could be.
That’s what they meant,
When they said we only use 7% of our brain.
July 21, 2015 § 4 Comments
The nights are sweeter.
It is a time when,
my thoughts are clear.
The dark hour
is where I find
I go to far places.
and below seas.
Fly through the clouds
and stare at the sun.
I then turn to see, me
in my own skin.
I see through faces
Black and white.
And think of ways
To make things right.
In these waning hours,
While I count the stars,
Waiting for the rebirth,
Eons of thoughts pass.
July 17, 2015 § 3 Comments
July 17, 2015 § Leave a comment
Your life is nothing but
A cigarette’s smoke.
It doesn’t exist
until you create it.
It is that moment
when you suck
Fire, and become
You give it life.
You let it free.
And it exists
only for that moment.
That single moment, a
And it vanishes,
In to thin air.
And you are nothing
But a cigarette’s smoke
July 15, 2015 § Leave a comment
It came and sat on my arm.
I felt a little pinch,
I felt a little itch.
And I wondered how a thing of that little size,
Could make me twitch .
First I felt its touch
Then its pierce.
Then I felt it enter my skin
And I felt it suck my blood.
I did the only thing I could.
I raised my arm,
I hit it with a thud!
The joys of killing Mosquitos
Knows no boundaries.
June 8, 2015 § Leave a comment
Do you like to take a walk?
I like to take a walk. Walking makes me think. It let’s my mind wander. Wander not aimlessly, but with a purpose. A purpose of reconciliation. It makes my mind think, unthink, and rethink. It’s 1-2 pattern slows down time. It makes me see the world around. And think what it could have been. If not of our selfish greed. But a good walk cures even a disturbed mind.
But where do we walk anymore.
Life is going at a speed where people live in patterns. Where their minds are registered with pre-decided aims. Aims that are designed as black holes.
No. Life is not made for men who are in a hurry. It’s not for the ones who think it’s somewhere far beyond.
It’s not somewhere else. It’s right where you left it. It doesn’t go anywhere. It waits. For men who see the world for not what is, but what it could be.
So take a walk, every time you have a troubled mind.
Life is better slow.